The statuesque elf princess for her part did not flinch at the menacing words, "My people have many methods for incapacitating an opponent. Methods you’ve never experienced before human. You’ll be sleeping in my arms before this match is over."

It had finally come down to this; two women who had captured Aragorn's heart were going to settle their differences in a contest of hand-to-hand combat to a submission or ten count pin. They were meeting in a clearing that straddled the border area between the elf kingdom of Lorien and Éowyn's land of Rohan. An assortment of representatives from all of Middle Earth's various nations - troll, elf, hobbits, humans, even goblins and orcs - were assembled to witness the epic contest between Middle Earth royalty. Aragorn was there too of course, his heart torn by the thought of his two loves coming to blows. He’d tried to talk Éowyn out of her challenge to Arwen, but the redhead wouldn’t be dissuaded. She was intent on beating Arwen to a pulp and claiming Aragorn for herself according to ancient Middle Earth custom. By all accounts, Arwen should have been the favorite; elfs were taller, stronger and faster than humans and had considerable skill in hand to hand combat. However, Éowyn had been trained as a warrior in Rohan and could certainly handle herself. What's more, her fiery temperament stood in marked contrast to Arwen's more serene demeanor. In fact, some of the assembly questioned whether Arwen had the killer instinct needed to win this hand to hand contest. The time for speculation was over now though and the time for combat had begun.

Arwen and Éowyn circled around each other, bare feet treading over the grass of the clearing, both dressed for a fight having discarded their usual beautiful dresses for more practical attire. Éowyn wore a leather corset and leather shorts, both black and a leather strap, worn for aesthetic purposes, circled one gorgeous thigh. Her pale, white skin had freckled slightly under the summer sun and her lovely, long read hair was free and wild. Arwen, on the other hand, was dressed in white lace; both the top that bared her arms and stomach as well as matching white lace shorts that left her long, lovely and powerful legs freedom to maneuver. Like Éowyn’s red hair, Arwen’s black hair was loose.

Suddenly, with a startlingly quick move, Arwen caught Éowyn's right arm and trapped it in a painful armbar. Éowyn cried out in pain and surprise, for the elf princess was amazingly quick and had trapped her before she barely had a chance to move. Arwen pressed her advantage by slowwwwwwwly and painfully twisting Éowyn's arm in a circular movement, then cinching up again into the armbar, ratcheting up the pressure on her rival.

"This is only the beginning of your pain human," hissed Arwen.

After a few more arm twists, Arwen maneuvered Éowyn down to the grass and shifted the armbar into an equally painful wristlock, twisting the redhead's wrist clockwise until it was on the verge of breaking. Éowyn's eyes filled with tears as she stomped her feet in mute protest against the pain she was feeling. The fight was off to a bad start and she wasn’t at all pleased. Arwen's eyes briefly met Aragorn's in the crowd and that momentary distraction allowed Éowyn to break out of the wristlock with a sudden start. She jumped to her feet and before Arwen could react and lashed out with a vicious sidekick to the side of the elf princess's head. Arwen went down as if shot allowing Éowyn to quickly straddle her chest. She balled her hand in a fist, then struck downward, hitting Arwen repeatedly in the right temple - the same area that had just been struck by the sidekick.

"Unghhh!" Arwen moaned. "Unghhh…unghhh!"

"Let's see how you like the taste of pain princess," Éowyn said menacingly.

Her aim was to quickly disorient Arwen to neutralize her greater speed and strength and after a few more blows to the temple, she felt she’d softened up the elf enough to switch tactics. She rolled Arwen onto her stomach and straddled her back, interlaced her fingers under Arwen's chin and leaned back, viciously wrenching Arwen's long, slender neck in a brutal camel clutch.

"Gunngghh!" Arwen cried, her cheeks puffed out as she slowly exhaled air in reaction to the hold.

"Not so regal now, are you?" Éowyn laughed as the elf princess struggled in her clutches.

Arwen swallowed painfully, then buckled up her courage as she tried to wiggle out of the hold. It wouldn’t do for a member of the Undomiel family to cry, so she bit her pouty lip as she tried to block out the pain in her neck and lower back. After a few incredibly painful minutes, she was finally able to work an arm free forcing Éowyn to release her camel clutch. Éowyn grabbed Arwen's hair lifting her to her wobbly feet as the redhead drew back her fist to punch Arwen in the stomach. But the elf princess moved fast, planted her feet and drove her own punch deep into Éowyn's relaxed, soft belly.

"OOOOOFFFFF!!!" Éowyn exhaled as she lost her grip on Arwen’s hair and clutched her tummy.

Arwen capitalized on the change of fortune, maneuvering around Éowyn and trapping her in an abdominal stretch with one of her long legs traping Éowyn's right leg, while she reached up and pinned the warrior princess's left arm, leaving the redhead's side exposed as it was painfully stretched. This was just a warm up though, and Arwen employed one of the tactics she’d warned Éowyn about at the beginning of the fight as Arwen clamped a brutal nerve hold on Éowyn's trapezium muscles between her shoulders and neck.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Éowyn cried out at the shock of pain; immediately feeling her head growing dizzy as the nerve hold paralyzed her in her already vulnerable position.

"Now you will feel the wrath of Lorien human," said Arwen.

The elf princess kept the debilitating hold clamped on her human counterpart for several long agonizing minutes. At first, Éowyn spit defiance as she tried to writhe free, but soon the double effect of the abdominal stretch and the nerve hold sapped her strength and as her arms grew listless and dead, her head drooped forward until her hair covered her lovely face, hiding the sight of her eyes as they slowly fluttered shut. Arwen pushed Éowyn’s hair back off her face so the crowd - and Aragorn - could witness her weakness.

"Don't fall sleep on me wench!" Arwen laughed.

After a few more minutes of the strength-sapping hold, Arwen allowed Éowyn to slump to the grass. Her human rival was almost unconscious and Arwen had no problem applying her next hold as she lay Éowyn on her stomach and stretched out on the ground in front of the redhead's prone body. She wrapped her long, powerful legs tight around Éowyn's head, trapping her in a front headscissors, then Arwen started the long, sl-o-o-o-o-o-ow, and, for her, intensely pleasurable, experience of wringing Éowyn's neck and squeezing the redheaded warrior princess into goo.

"Unghhh....unghhhh…" Éowyn moaned as the blood rushed to her head and her face turned bright red from the pressure of Arwen's killer legs.

Éowyn's arms were still limp from the nerve hold and she was pretty much just a plaything for Arwen to toy with. Arwen rubbed her hands on her smooth thighs, feeling the muscles bulge and pump as she crushed Éowyn silly.

"How vain you were to think you could defeat an elf princess, Éowyn. Now everyone in Middle Earth will see which of us is superior."

Arwen's words bit into Éowyn's soul and almost drove her crazy with rage. Reaching deep into herself, she managed to get her knees underneath her and push until she was in a sitting posture. Arwen remained calm, however, simply keeping her head scissors locked tightly in place, grunting as she exerted even more pressure.

"A valiant effort wench but…unghh…you won't free yourself…unghh…" hissed Arwen.

And true enough, after her colossal effort, Éowyn again felt the clutches of unconsciousness overcoming her and her legs slowly slid out from under her as she slumped back down until she was back on her belly on the ground. Arwen laughed at Éowyn's failed attempt to free herself and started twisting her hips from side to side, shaking Éowyn's limp body.

"Are you ready to concede now human?" she asked.

Éowyn's reply was to raise her fist and slam a devastating punch down between Arwen's legs, devastating her most private area.

"GAGHHH!" Arwen cried out, immediately releasing the headscissors and folding into a fetal position clutching her aching crotch.

Éowyn was almost out - it had taken her last strength to play possum and fire the sneak attack punch into Arwen's cunt - but she managed to hang onto consciousness at the delicious thought of revenge. She knew there was no way she could win without getting dirty and she slipped off the leather band she had wrapped around her thigh, coiling it around Arwen's neck as she got to her knees behind her. Using it for leverage, Éowyn lifted Arwen up in a sitting position and hugged her close to her as she maintained her choke hold. She funneled all her strength into her hands, pulling back tight on the leather strap until it bit deep into Arwen's slender neck. Arwen was dazed and confused and it took her a couple of minutes to realize the depth of her predicament. One minute she’d been on the verge of knocking Éowyn out, maybe for good; now the tables had been turned and her own face was turning red from the pressure expertly applied by the chokehold - plus, her crotch still vibrated from the low blow.

"Who's going to concede now?" Éowyn whispered in her ear.

The redhead was incredibly tired but also fiercely motivated. The fight had been brutal and she it couldn’t go on much longer. She thought of Aragorn and about how much she wanted to take this elf bitch OUT! After another minute of throttling, Éowyn lifted Arwen to her feet and half dragged, half walked the groggy elf to a nearby tree where she pushed Arwen’s back against the trunk and stared straight into her eyes.

"Now, you're going to feel real pain, wench," she hissed as she started firing knee after knee after knee straight up into Arwen's cunt!

Arwen's mind (among other body parts) exploded in pain; her mouth gaped open wide, but she was in too much pain to even scream, just made some strange elfen gurgling sound each time Éowyn’s kneecap slammed into her, lifting her heels off the ground. Her eyes closed tightly as her upper body pitched forward. It took all of Éowyn's strength just to hold her back against the tree so she could continue the barrage of horrific kneeing. Éowyn laughed aloud as she fired maybe twenty straight knees into Arwen's most vulnerable spot.

"Elf bitch! Let's see you try your elf trick moves now!" Éowyn screamed.

But Arwen wouldn't be trying any more moves. In fact, it was Éowyn who would begin experimenting with holds as she let the ashen-faced elf Arwen drop to her knees and then topple forward, pitching face-first into the grass like a squashed butterfly. The elf princess made a low moaning sound, the only sign she was even still awake.

Éowyn relished the moment as she knelt behind Arwen, grabbed her by her brunette locks and pulled her into a sitting position. She slowly snaked an arm around Arwen's neck and secured it in place with her other arm, then she complimented the hold by wrapping her legs tight around Arwen's slender waist from behind, slamming her pubic mound into the small of Arwen’s back and drawing a pleasing grunt from the trapped elf.

"This is called the Rohan Flytrap," Éowyn said of the modified sleeperhold. "Now, what were you saying about putting me to sleep elf?"

Arwen was in no position to retort to Éowyn's taunts as the pressure on both her waist and carotid artery was quickly sapping her superior elf strength. Her face grew pasty white, covered in cold sweat and her normally rosy lips started turning pale blue. Still, she did her best for she still had that Evenstar pride and wriggled and bucked as much as she could, trying desperately to break free of the hold but Éowyn was too strong for her now, and too determined. A tear rolled down Arwen's pretty face, then anther and another... The redhead brushed the hair from Arwen's face just as the elf had done to her earlier; ensuring that everyone could see Arwen was sobbing openly.

"Awwwwww! Is the little elf princess crying? Does she need her mother to come fetch her?" Éowyn laughed. "Admit you’re my inferior and that Aragorn is mine, then I’ll release you," Éowyn offered, giving Arwen’s neck another pulse.

Proud Arwen tried to shake her head ‘No’ but it barely moved in Éowyn’s tight embrace. Not that! Never! But still Éowyn's arm bit into her neck and she could feel the darkness overcoming her. Would Éowyn stop once she passed out, or would she continue and take her life? It was humiliating enough to be beaten by a human female. She couldn’t bear the thought...but, despite herself, she uttered the words she never thought she would ever utter....

"Yes...unghhh....you are better...unghh...Aragorn is yours...l…let go...mum…mercy..,” Arwen whimpered weakly.

A radiant smile came over Éowyn's face and she screamed, "YESSSSS!!!!!! Did everyone hear?" And from the murmurs of the crowd she knew they had. "I'm the better woman! I'm the better woman!” Éowyn sang, taunting Arwen further. But in her excitement, she forgot she’d promised to release the Rohan Flytrap and in fact, she actually squeezed tighter.

"You...promised...to...let go..,” Arwen gasped, but her voice was so soft and weak now Éowyn didn’t hear or if she did, she didn’t take note.

Almost without noticing it, Éowyn continued to squeeze Arwen until the regal elf princess lapsed into a deep, dark sleep. Only when all resistance was drained from Arwen’s lithe body, did Éowyn became aware again of what she’d done. "Oh confound it! I'm sorry Arwen. I was supposed to let you go wasn't I?" Éowyn laughed. She finally released the sleeper and let Arwen slump over on her side where she lay with a stream of spittle drooling from the corner of her blue lips.

"Steward, fetch my knife!" she commanded.

But that’s when Aragorn stepped in and said, "You’ve defeated her soundly my love, do not forfeit her life. She fought valiantly after all.”

"She fought like an insolent wench,” Éowyn corrected her beloved. “And I treated her accordingly," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "But you misunderstand my intention my love..." When her steward presented her with her hunting knife, Éowyn grabbed Arwen’s hair and pulled her limp body up, then cut off a long strand of Arwen's beautiful, raven colored hair. "A trophy to remember my victory," Éowyn giggled as she brandished her trophy for all to see. As if that weren’t degrading enough, Éowyn added even further to Arwen's humiliation by ordering her steward to bring a bucket of yellow ochre which she poured all over the unconscious figure of the elf princess, explaining it was, “So everyone in Middle Earth can see what a useless coward she is!"